Liu Qing: The History of Entrepreneurship Part I: Chapter 16: 1

Huangbao Town Front Street is a commercial area, and the back street is net cropper households. Shengbao was now walking on the narrower courtyard street, and he felt much more comfortable and refreshed than the crowded and dusty front street.

After finishing all the affairs to be done in the market, getting rid of the tens of thousands, personal unhappiness resurfaced in the heart of The Liang representative.

Not happy! is not happy! The change in Xia's thinking made him feel very unhappy. He felt strange and awkward in his heart.

Shengbao loves Gaika's intelligence, ambition, and love of labor. It was not that he deliberately looked down on the general young women, but to be honest, the firmness of Jie Xia's insistence on breaking the marriage contract, her spirit of going to the ground with her brothers-in-law who came to help during the busy agricultural season, her enthusiasm for public affairs, and her eldest girl's generosity in going to school among the primary school students and children to seek knowledge were rare among the girls! It is precisely this will, spirit and self-motivation of hers that meets the requirements of the socialist revolution in which Shengbao is engaged! He felt that if he married Jie Xia, they would become a joint rope, and their strength would be even greater.

Now, since Jia Xia is interested in participating in the industrialization of the motherland, how can Shengbao be so boring? ------------------------------------------------------ For the sake of the motherland, he should sponsor her to enter the factory. Thinking of this, Shengbao tried to restrain the unhappiness in his heart! But everyone has several emotional pillars in their spirit—for parents, for faith, for ideals, for friends, and for love. No matter which one is broken, it will hurt your heart. Before Shengbao became interested in another woman, as long as he thought about it, he would not be happy.

With a feeling of frustration in love, Sheng Bao stepped into the street door with the signs of the Huangbao District Committee and the District Office of the Communist Party of China.

Belch! In the forecourt occupied by the district office, in the dirt yard with several sprouting locust trees, the croppers—men, women, old, young, three layers inside and three outer layers,were crowded into a large ball. Some tiptoe up and stretch their necks to look at the middle of the crowd; Some twisted their heads wrapped in turbans and pointed their ears at the middle of the crowd to listen...

Shengbao thought, "What's the hilarity?" What happened? ”

He also walked to the side of the crowd and tiptoed up, stretching his neck to look at the middle from the top of the person's head. Unseen. He also tilted his head around his turban to listen to what the crowd said. Can't hear the clue. All he heard was —.

A voice said, "Look! You see! It's a wound! This! ”

Another voice said, "You said I beat you to death, and you're still talking here?" That doesn't count! Ay! ”

ShengBao was in the outer circle of the crowd, and he could hear the croppers in Liu Village talking about what had happened.

This is the brothers of Liu Village in the East Plains of Huangbao District, the second and third elders, making trouble. The boss died this morning, and the body was still on his feet, not in the coffin. The two brothers are not busy with the funeral of the eldest brother, but they are busy with the lawsuit, because the eldest has no son, and both brothers are vying to pass on their son to the deceased brother. The reason for the second eldest is: in order, to be beaten by his son, and not to be beaten by the third son. The reason for the third is that he has three sons, while the second brother has only two sons, and should be fair, not just order! Relatives, neighbors, and people in the door crowded the yard of the person concerned, and after a morning of talking, they did not say anything before coming to the district, because they had to immediately decide who was filial piety and do the funeral. When they were here to reason, their mothers-in-law and dolls, crying at home for the dead, crying with all their voices, were simply howling, indicating that they had feelings for the dead. In fact, they all have feelings for the ten acres of land under the name of the deceased...

Shengbao listened to it and felt uncomfortable. During the study of the whole party, he listened to the popular report of the secretary of the district party committee, Wang, on the history of social development. He was now hating an abominable term—private property.

Private property – the source of all evil! Make the stepfather and him awkward, make the two brothers not close to each other, make the capable Guo Zhenshan have no enthusiasm, and make the land of Toad Beach unable to play its role as much as possible. Fast! Fast! Fast! Get rid of this system of private property as soon as possible! Communists are the most humanly self-respecting people in the world, and Shengbao should regard this as a noble responsibility.

Shengbao did not like to watch this ugly drama. This is a human ugly drama! Shengbao left the occasion unhappily, and he advised everyone not to look at it. He said the brothers were so boring.

When Shengbao entered the courtyard of the backyard district committee, the hatred of the private property system controlled his feelings of lovelorn. For the upright Communists, whether they are soldiers, workers, cadres, croppers, scholars... Social problems permanently suppress personal problems! Shengbao is not the guy who didn't show up: soaked in personal emotions all day long, sighing and sighing, complaining about the world; However, there is no strong reaction to social problems, revolutionary causes and the situation facing the Party!

"Is Secretary Wang at home?" Shengbao stood in the courtyard of the district committee, with the emotions of the fighters, shouting with excitement.

I heard the door opening from inside. A hand picked up the white cloth curtain from the inside. With a welcoming smile on His chubby face, Secretary Wang stood on the brick steps outside the door. The secretary of the district party committee was not tall, but he was solid, and he stretched out his arm as far away as he wanted to pull Shengbao into the house:

"Come and come..."

ShengBao, with his brother's feelings like seeing his brother, took a few quick steps and handed over the rough and big hand of the cropper to the party secretary.

Like something material, the spirit of this preparatory member of the CPC immediately merged with the spirit of the secretary of the CPC district party committee. Among the brothers, sometimes there is this phenomenon, and sometimes it is not like this, just like the two brothers in Zhongliu Village. It was this district party secretary who seemed to be very stupid on the outside and shiny on the inside, who went to Xiabao Township in the winter to re-run the whole party, injecting great spiritual strength into the body of the ordinary croppers of Shengbao. After joining the party, ShengBao vaguely felt that life seemed to have gained a new meaning. It has simply changed its nature - from a person who is directly for himself and indirectly for society to a person who is directly indirect for society. He thanked his enlightened man, Secretary Wang. He opened his mouth wide with pleasure and smiled. At this time, the unhappiness of Chang Xia, and the dislike for the brothers in Zhongliu Village, had already faded from his spirit.

Secretary Wang grabbed Shengbao's cropper's hard hand and said with a smile:

"You've come just in time! Who do you see sitting in the house? ”

Shengbao's fat crop was lovingly massaged by one of Secretary Wang's hands, and he walked into Secretary Wang's house very lightly. He was so happy that he almost jumped up like a child.

"Ahhh! Secretary Yang, when are you coming? ”

The deputy secretary of the county party committee stood up from a wooden chair in front of the back window of the house. With a smile of joy, he strode to the door, held Shengbao's right hand with his left hand, and put his right hand on the shoulder of Shengbao's white shirt, and the big brother said affectionately to the little brother:

"We're talking about going to your toad beach."

"Then let's go together!" The sparkling shengbao was very happy.

Secretary Yang said, "When you come, we will not go." The county party committee called and asked me to go back to the county today. I'm busy. ......”

The county party secretary, who was about thirty years old, had two glowing eyes, shining with wisdom, and stared appreciatively at this young farmer with a turban, staring directly at the treasure and embarrassed. From the time Sheng Bao talked with Tao and Yang in the first month of the county party committee, he began to have a feeling: it seemed that he, a reckless young farmer, had some use for the party to realize a great plan. At the time, this feeling was still vague and uncertain; Now Secretary Yang's affection, liking, and trust in him made him convinced that he felt right.

When Secretary Yang held his right hand with his left hand and put his right hand on his shoulder, Sheng Bao felt quite uneasy in his heart. Does the party think too highly of him? Is he really of great use to the party in transforming the peasants? He certainly wanted to live up to his rhetoric. I hope he can work diligently and don't let the party spoil him by mistake! His mood was tense, and he felt the weight of the burden. But this rather active old comrade in northern Shaanxi patted Shengbao's shoulder, smiled and squinted, and asked:

"What's going on?" Little Bachelor! Looking for the next object? ”

"Not yet..." ShengBao was unnatural, and he remembered the break with Jia Xia just now.

The deputy secretary of the county party committee said disapprovingly:

"How do you get upset?" Such a great young man, a preparatory party member of the CCP, what is the difficulty in finding an object? And don't spend money? Secretary Yang turned to the secretary of the district party committee and asked, "Do you still have to spend money?" After the campaign to publicize and implement the marriage law, will it cost money? ”

The secretary of the district party committee, Wang Wang, with the humility of his subordinates, laughed and said:

"Don't spend money, I'm afraid it will take some time."

"Yes!" Shengbao was inspired, "The emphasis is that I am too busy to take care of..."

"Think of it as a side hustle!" Don't fall in love! Heck, don't take things so rigidly! I said it was possible to do both public and private, you say? Comrade Zuomin? ”

Secretary Yang and Secretary Wang Zuomin of the District Committee, the two laughed heavily. Shengbao's nervous mood was suddenly dissipated by this joke by the deputy secretary of the county party committee. The political relations between comrades and the emotional relations among the working people are so naturally integrated! ShengBao, a young cropper who had just joined the party, could not help but feel deeply. He felt that comradely feelings were the noblest and purest feelings in the world; And aren't the feelings between the croppers, under the system of private property, vulgar human feelings that reflect the interests between people? When neighbors have the same interests, they are so kind to each other; Once you mistakenly receive an egg and mix a few mouthfuls, how many days should you be embarrassed.

After receiving a paper cigarette hosted by Secretary Yang, the extremely excited shengbao could not be smoked. He took the hand of the habitual dry smoke pot, awkwardly held the smoking paper cigarette, sat on a small stool next to Secretary Yang, and only leaned forward to lean forward, and his eyes looked intently at the deputy secretary of the county party committee in a gray uniform. The Secretary Yang looked a lot like a physical education teacher at The Lower Fort Elementary School: tall, sturdy, with a very mental little flat head, with a healthy roughness on his face, giving the impression of a laborer who grew up in the wilderness, not as slender, white and elegant as the intellectuals who grew up in the house. ShengBao looked at it and moved with emotion. He asked so kindly:

"Secretary Yang, you are more spirit than when I saw you in the county during the first month!"

Secretary Yang said, "Really? Maybe it's such a thing. I'm a, I should run! When you go to the countryside, you can eat and sleep. If you don't go to the countryside for a month, you will wither, and this tower will hurt, and that tower will also hurt. ......”

"This is a long-term habit of doing rural work." Wang Zuomin, secretary of the district party committee, commented respectfully.

Sheng Bao once heard some of the life of this secretary Yang from the mouth of the secretary of the district party committee. His father was a hero who fell in the Battle of Anse in 1935, and his mother was led by a vicious landlord to lead a cruel enemy and capture Ling Chi to death. The revolutionary's son grew up with the care of his comrades and attended the Primary School in Yan'an. After graduating from the middle school in the border area, the orphans of the martyrs worked from the township clerks to the post of secretary of the district party committee. When he went south to the county in 1949, he was the propaganda director of the county party committee; Now, Secretary Yang divides labor and is in charge of mutual assistance and cooperation. ......